Our Granddaughter Sent Us a Note with Disgusting Text Demanding $5000 — So We Decided to Teach Her a Lesson

My granddaughter, Sarah, is getting married shortly, and we were overjoyed for her. My husband, Jim, and I could not have been happier when she told us the news. We started discussing about the weddin

My granddaughter, Sarah, is getting married shortly, and we were overjoyed for her. My husband, Jim, and I could not have been happier when she told us the news. We started discussing about the wedding immediately away, thinking about how we might help make it memorable. However, everything changed a few days ago.

We got a letter from Sarah that left us both speechless. I still remember the moment I opened it. Inside was a check for $5,000 and a note that felt like a slap in the face.

“I want a vacation with my fiancé on my birthday this year,” the note read. “Pay for it. I hope you saved up enough after years of cheap trash gifts for me.”

Jim and I have always tried to be available for Sarah. We are not wealthy, but we have donated what we could. We’ve sewn her handmade quilts, given her heritage jewelry, and even helped her with a down payment on a car.

 

We also paid for some of her education expenditures. We always assumed these things meant something to her.

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Jim and I sat down at the kitchen table, the letter and check sitting between us like a bad omen. My hands trembled from fury and pain.

 

“Can you believe this?” I inquired, holding out the letter to him. Tears pierced my eyes. “After everything we’ve done for her?”

Jim’s face was a mask of disappointment. “This is just plain wrong,” he replied, his voice full of grief. “We’ve given her so much, and this is how she repays us?”

I could feel my heart breaking, but underneath the hurt, a spark of resolve was growing. “We can’t let this go,” I said firmly.

“She needs to understand that her actions have consequences.”

Jim nodded slowly. “You’re correct. She needs to understand gratitude and respect. But how can we make her see that?”

We decided to collect everything we’d ever given Sarah. The decision was heavy on our hearts, but we felt it was necessary. We started in the attic, where we stored many valuable artifacts accumulated over the years.

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“Start with the quilts,” Jim said quietly, opening a big cedar trunk. I had spent months creating quilts for Sarah, and they were nicely folded inside. I ran my fingers over the complex patterns, remembering the long hours I had spent on each stitch.

 

We then went to the guest room, where Sarah frequently stayed. I opened the jewelry box on the dresser, displaying the heirloom pieces I’d given her. Each piece had a story and a memory associated with it. I took up a lovely gold necklace that belonged to my mother.

“Do you remember when I gave her this?” I asked Jim while holding out the jewelry. “She wore it to her high school graduation.”

We carefully wrapped the jewelry, wrapping each piece with tissue paper to keep it safe. The box quickly filled with the items she had left behind throughout the years, including the bracelet from her Sweet Sixteen, the locket she wore to prom, and the earrings she borrowed for her first work interview.

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Finally, we gathered the photographs and mementos from family trips and holidays.

There were so many memories captured in those pictures: Sarah blowing out birthday candles, opening presents on Christmas morning, and laughing during summer barbecues. Each photo was a reminder of happier times.

Jim’s eyes met mine, understanding dawning in his expression. “And the check?”

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Jim smiled and reached for his phone. As he called the bank, I began gathering all of the gifts we’d given Sarah throughout the years. It was difficult yet necessary. I carefully placed the handmade quilts, heirloom jewelry, and other treasured possessions into boxes. Each thing reminded me of happier times, but I pushed those memories aside.

We also chose to end our financial support for Sarah’s wedding. I phoned the wedding coordinator to explain our choice. She was taken aback, but understood when I informed her about the circumstances.

“We’ve always prided ourselves on being generous,” I told Jim. “But we refuse to be taken for granted.”

Next, we wrote a final letter to Sarah.

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Dear Sarah,

Your recent letter hurt us deeply. We have always given you our love and support, not out of obligation, but out of love. Your words and actions show a lack of gratitude and respect that we cannot ignore. We hope this difficult experience will help you reflect on your behavior and learn the importance of appreciation and humility. Love isn’t about material gifts; it’s about valuing the people who care for you. We hope you understand our decision and take this opportunity to grow.

Love always,

 

Grandma and Grandpa

The consequence was fast. Sarah called us the next day, her voice fearful from anger. “How could you do this to me?” she exclaimed. “You are supposed to love and support me!” “You are ruining my wedding and my life!”

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I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “Sarah, we do love you. But love is not about giving in to every demand. It’s about helping you become a better person. You need to learn gratitude and respect.”

“You’re cruel!” she screamed. “I can’t believe you would do this!”

Some relatives sided with Sarah, believing we were too harsh. Others, however, reached out to express their support. “You did the right thing,” one cousin said. “She needed to learn a lesson.”